Friday, 29 April 2011

Kate - Phoebe Coleman

I’m stealing you Kate.

For a moment.
Let me lay aside
My hope for you, my pride.
The prince is stuff of fairy tales - a character steeped in gilt blood.
But the love? You can’t write that.
Because he looked at you with those eyes,
Breathed a smile across those lips,
Said all the right things.
You skipped a beat, and inked his name tacked on to yours-
Surname and title holding hands on hopeful file paper.

Blush. Sigh.

Remember the fleeting glances, the nervous laugh.
Revel in quietness with nose to nose.

Hold. Grasp.

Amidst the red, the blue, don’t lose that moment,
That still second, pink, private.

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